Happy Winsol.
Jaenelle's been up all night, and finally finished in the wee hours of the morning. So now there is an enormous tree in the main room of the Mansion, decorated thus far only with lights, and with an equally enormous heap of gifts under the tree. Each gift is unlabelled until someone comes across it, upon which one of the gifts will take on the form of whatever material thing that person desires most. A notice is posted on the bulletin board a few feet away.
Look for your present under the tree. Happy Winsol to all of you.
My family and I are having a celebration of Winsol this evening - a dance and a feast. If any would like to come, they are welcome.
-Jaenelle Angelline
Currently, the lady in question is fast asleep and very, very exhausted. It was worth it, however - at least, she thinks so. Certain family members may view that differently.
Typist: So, I'll be making a post later today for partytiems...feel free to come and say hello, certainly. An early Christmas for your puppets.
Look for your present under the tree. Happy Winsol to all of you.
My family and I are having a celebration of Winsol this evening - a dance and a feast. If any would like to come, they are welcome.
-Jaenelle Angelline
Currently, the lady in question is fast asleep and very, very exhausted. It was worth it, however - at least, she thinks so. Certain family members may view that differently.
Typist: So, I'll be making a post later today for partytiems...feel free to come and say hello, certainly. An early Christmas for your puppets.